Wit is absolutely sociable spirit or aphoristic genius.

God is each truly and exalted thing, therefore the individual himself to the highest degree. But are not nature and the world individuals?

Novels tend to end as the Paternoster begins: with the kingdom of God on earth.

Many a witty inspiration is like the surprising reunion of befriended thoughts after a long separation.

Publication is to thinking as childbirth is to the first kiss.

Religion can emerge in all forms of feeling: here wild anger, there the sweetest pain; here consuming hatred, there the childlike smile of serene humility.

All the great truths are basically trivial and so we have to find new ways, preferably paradoxical ways, of expressing them, in order to keep them from falling into oblivion.